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What did she want most of all?
To be smart, pretty and small
But it seemed no matter how she tried
It was always "No where, no cry"

At school she tried to be on top
But, she was so low in her heart
She felt like she scraped the ground
Behind her mask, tears fell down

She wanted to be beautiful
The mirror image was hateful
The enemy she HAD to change
On her body she took out rage

Satisfied by hunger pangs
Loving the scars she could create
When her jeans wernt so tight
She began to feel alright

She started getting compliments
The sickness began to fill her head
She couldn't stop what had begun
Yet again she was shunned

They saw what she did
And were disgusted
They said she was just a poser
And they turned their back on her

Then one day she wouldnt wake
So deep a sleep no one could fake
When they gently rolled her over
From her hands, a matchbook cover

It said: I've tried, till I cant no more
Whats left of my heart is sore
I wanted them all to say "WOW"
Am I pretty now?

They saw, concealed in her bed
A practical ocean of red
An with her final breath
She asked her mom "Am I perfect yet?"

By:Behind My Pain